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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.