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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.