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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
The Move,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.