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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.