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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Doors,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.