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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.