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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.