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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.