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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.