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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Slits,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.