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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.