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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.