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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.