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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.