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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.