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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
MC5,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.