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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.