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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.