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 Sudan and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.