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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.