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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Magazine,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.