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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Television,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.