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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.