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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.