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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Move,
The Monks,
New Order,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.