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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
DNA,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.