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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.