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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.