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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
MC5,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.