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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.