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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Television,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.