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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.