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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.