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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Smog,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.