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 Belize 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.