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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Wings,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.