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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
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.