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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Kayak,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.