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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.