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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Swans,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.