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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.