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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.