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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.