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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.