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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.