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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.