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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Wings,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.