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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.