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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.