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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.