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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.