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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
cv313,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.