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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.