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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.