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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.