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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Malaria! 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.