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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Index,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.