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 Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.