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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.