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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.