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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.