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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.