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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.