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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.