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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.