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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.