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 Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
New Order,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.