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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.