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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.