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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.