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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
JFA,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.