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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.