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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
AZ,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.