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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.