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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.