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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.