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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.