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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.