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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.