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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Names,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.