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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.