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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.