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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Pagans,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.