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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.