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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.