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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.