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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.