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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
ABC,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.