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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Symarip,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
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.