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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
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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.