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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Can,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Visage,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.