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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.