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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.