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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.