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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
MDC,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.