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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.