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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.