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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
10cc,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.