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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Crime,
Ossler,
Gong,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.