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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
PIL,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.