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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.