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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.