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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Ossler,
EPMD,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
X-102,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
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.