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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.