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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.