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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
UT,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.