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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.