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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.