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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Japan,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.