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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.