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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Motorama,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.