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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.