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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.