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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Magma,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.