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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Magma,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.