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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.