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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.