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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Wings,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.