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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.