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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
PIL,
Ten City,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.