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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.