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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.