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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.