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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Unwound,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.