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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.