Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.