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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.