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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.