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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.