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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.