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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
June Days,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.