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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
the Association,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.