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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Erasure,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.