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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.