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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.