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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.