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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.