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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.