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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.