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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Television,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.