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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Index,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.