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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.