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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
MDC,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.