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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.