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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.