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 Guatemala 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.