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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Brick,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.