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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.