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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.