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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.