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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.