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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.