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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.