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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
New Order,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.