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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Scion,
The Stooges,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.