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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.