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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Little Man,
Pole,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.