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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.