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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.