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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.