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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.