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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.