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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.