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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.