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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.