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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.