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 Ghana and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.