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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.