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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.