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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.