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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.