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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.