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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.