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 Fiji and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.