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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.