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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.