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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.