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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.