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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.