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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.