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 Singapore 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
UT,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.