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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Standells,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.