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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.