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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
ABC,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Q65,
Erasure,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.