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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.