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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.