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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.