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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.