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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.