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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.