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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Aswad,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.