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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.