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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
CMW,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.