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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
UT,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.