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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.