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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.