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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.