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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.