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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.