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 Ireland and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Crime,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.