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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.