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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
UT,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.