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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.