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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.