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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 DNA to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.