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 India 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.