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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.