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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.