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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
AZ,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.