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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.