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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.