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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.