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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.