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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.