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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.