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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Television,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.