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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.