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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
The Index,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.