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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.