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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.