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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.