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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.