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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.