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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.