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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.