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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.