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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.