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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.