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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.