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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.