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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.