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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.