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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.