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 Andorra and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.