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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.