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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.