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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.