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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.