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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.