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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.