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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.