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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
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.