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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Can,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.