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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.