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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.