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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.