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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.