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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.