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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
X-102,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.