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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.