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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.