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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.