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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.