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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.