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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.