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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.