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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fortunes 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.