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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.