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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Martian to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Scion,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.