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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.