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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.