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 Africa and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.