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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.