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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
ABBA,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.