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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.