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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.