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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.