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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.