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 Poland and from Portland.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.