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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.