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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.