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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.