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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.