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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.