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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.