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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.