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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.