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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.