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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Television,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.