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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.