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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Interpol,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.