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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Index,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.