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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.