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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Television,
Brick,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.