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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.