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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.