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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.