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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.