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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.