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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 10cc to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.