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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.