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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.