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 Ghana and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Japan to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.