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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.