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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.