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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.