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 Haiti and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Smog,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.