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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Quantec,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.