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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Swans,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.