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 Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.