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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.