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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.