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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.