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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.