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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Evens,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.