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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.