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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Nas,
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.