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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.