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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Television,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.