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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.