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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.