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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.