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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.