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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.