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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
UT,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.