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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.