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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Scion,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.