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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.