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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.