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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.