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 London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.