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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.