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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.