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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Skaos,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.