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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 snare 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.