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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Wire,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.