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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.