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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.