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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.