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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.