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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.