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 Namibia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.