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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.