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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.