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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Interpol,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.