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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
MDC,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.