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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.