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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.