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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.