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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.