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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.