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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
June Days,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.