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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.