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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.