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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.