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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.