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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Visage to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.