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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.