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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s 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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
MDC,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.