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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.