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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.