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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.