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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.