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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.