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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.