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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.