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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.