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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.