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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.