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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.