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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.