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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.