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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Franke,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.