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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.