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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.