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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.