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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Moebius,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Index,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.