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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.