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 Austria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.