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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.