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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Erasure,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.