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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.