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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.