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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.