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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.