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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.