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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.