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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Wings,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.