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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
June of 44,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.