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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.