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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.