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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.