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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
the Association,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.