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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.