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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.