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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.