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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.