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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.