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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
PIL,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.