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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.