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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.