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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Magma,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.