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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.