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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.