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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.