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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.