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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.