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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.