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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.