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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.