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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.