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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
JFA,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.