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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
UT,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.