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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.