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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.