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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.