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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.