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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Visage,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.