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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
John Holt,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.