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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.