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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.