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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.