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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.