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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.