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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.