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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.