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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.