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 France and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.