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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.