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 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.