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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 Scrapy 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Nico,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.