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 Hungary and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.