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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.