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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.