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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.