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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.