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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.