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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Television,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.