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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.