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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.