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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.