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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.