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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.