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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.