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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.