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 Italy 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.