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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Television,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.