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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.