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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.