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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Wings,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.