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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.