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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
PIL,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.