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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Fear to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.