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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.