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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.