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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.