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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.