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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.