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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.