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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.