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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.