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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.