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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.