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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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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.