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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.