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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 The Cure to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.