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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Magma,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.