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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.