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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.