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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Deakin,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.