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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.