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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.