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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.