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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Wire,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.