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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.