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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.