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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.