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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.