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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.