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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.