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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.