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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.