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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.