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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.