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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Move,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.