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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.