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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.