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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.