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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Television,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Can,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.