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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Mantronix,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.