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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
John Holt,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.