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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.