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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.