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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.