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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.