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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.