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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.