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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Fear,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.