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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.