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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.