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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.