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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.