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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.