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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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?
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.