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 Mauritania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.