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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.