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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.