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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.