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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 MDC 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 Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.