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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.