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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.