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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Q and Not U,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Index,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.