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 Oman 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.