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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.