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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
ABC,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.