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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.