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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.