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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.