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 Congo 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.