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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.