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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Can,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.