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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.